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My blood stains the water red.
It swirls in glorious reds and blues.
My body bobs atop the ocean’s surface.
Up and down.
Up and down.
It floats with the currents.
I stand there watching,
A soul without a home.
My body slowly sinks.
Someone will find my corpse.
But no one will find my k...

There was with us, the Prissy
She looked like angels,
And her voice so sweet,
But a blind man could tell she was quite a sissy
And as we sat there, around that long brown table
She brushed her hair until she was not able.
She wore much pink
And a coat made of mink.
That of her character, on...

I push open the door to the clinic, which seems like a prison as the door swings close. I walk up to the receptionist. She’s an old lady, about in her 50’s or 60’s her graying hair is pulled into a bun and her glasses are perched on the bridge of her nose. I’m waiting for them to fall off he...

Her breath smelled like cloves, her skin like oranges. Her fingers smelled like roses and her hair like strawberries. I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and breathed in nothing but her. I played with her long blonde hair. I read Wuthering Heights over her shoulder. I saw her smile from the corn...

So there’s this girl. She’s perfectly pretty. Even though she wears glasses, she’s the type of girl, that when she walks into a room, everyone wants to be like her. I’ve never seen her frown. I have seen her cry, but those were tears of joy. She has never worn anything inappropriate, skirts ...

Dear Son,
Your first word was “mamma” and it’s been that way ever since. You always looked to mom. When I would try to do anything for you it “wasn’t the way mamma did it”. Eventually I got over that, you were just closer to your mother, that’s fine. But as you grew up, you didn’t...

I tried to open my eyes. It felt like someone was holding them shut. Of course, that wasn’t the case. I had been awake for… 37 hours? I don’t know. Now I made the mistake of blinking, my eyes were now glued shut. No! I couldn’t fall asleep now! I had… to… stay… awak… zzzzzzz.
When...

A piece of paper is stuck to the sidewalk,
Clinging on for dear life as the water rushes,
Grabbing at its edges,
To try and pull it down the cavernous drain.
The streetlamp illuminates this battle for life or death,
Reflecting against the puddle,
Until it is intercepted by my shadow.
I ...

Sphee was a spirit. That meant her body was kept alive by people’s belief in God. She was young, 18, but her twin brother, who was also a spirit, had turned against her, and God. She knew what she had to do. She had to go back in time and fix what he broke, which was the world.
“Sphee, don’...

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